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By: cys
Initial D © Shigeno Shuichi/Kodansha/to'max/OB Planning. "The hell is this?" Nakamura Kenta stared at his computer monitor, wondering at the link that an online friend had sent him. He scratched his head and scrolled down a bit to read the message of his email. Hey, sunkistRCR,
I was surfin’ the web when I stumbled on this site.
Mr. Oblivious? Kenta held in a snort, I guess that *does* describe Keisuke pretty well... He and bunnygrl had been exchanging emails and chatting for several months now. Somehow, during that time, he’d confessed his feelings for the younger of the Takahashi kyoudai to his online friend, and she’d immediately taken up his plight as her own personal crusade. Sometimes, he thought that she was just having a big laugh at his expense, but she did give out good advice. He was sure her plan to get Keisuke drunk would have worked. Why’d Nakazato and the NightKids have to show up *then* of all times? If I’d only had a little more time, that would’ve been *me* Keisuke was rubbing up on all night! Damn Nakazato! What’s he got that I don’t have, anyway? Sure, Nakazato was nice to look at, even he could admit that. But, he wasn’t so bad in the looks department himself. It might be small (alright, only one or two), but he did have his own group of fangirls. So, yeah, Nakazato had a certain presence about him, but Kenta figured that a large part of that had to do with the car the Myougi team leader drove. It would be hard *not* to have attitude when driving Nissan’s pride and joy. In fact, if not for Keisuke’s obvious, and well-known, dislike for the car, Kenta would’ve been saving up for the new Skyline R-34 - a beautiful car, even if it did have funky looking wheel-wells. Kenta quickly ran through his finances again. ...carry the one and minus spending money... It would only take him about 7 more years to save up for the Subaru Impreza STi. He smirked and clicked on the link. Sometimes you'd like to know if a relationship with someone could work out. Therefore Doctor Love himself designed this great machine for you. With The Love Calculator you can calculate the probability on a successful relationship between two people. The Love Calculator is an effective way to get an impression of what the chances are on a relationship between certain people. Kenta sat up in interest. Ooh, what’s this? He carefully read the instructions. Then read them again slowly, since he still had some trouble with English - why the hell anyone would want to speak and communicate with such a screwed-up language was beyond him. There were no *rules* to the stupid language! "Okay... So I put my name here, and Keisuke’s name here." It took him a moment to figure out how to spell his and the younger Takahashi’s names in English. After several minutes of sounding them out, Kenta was fairly certain he had it correct. Eh, one or two wrong letters can’t make *that* much difference... Kenta typed in the names in English and clicked on the "Calculate Now" button. Almost immediately, the results loaded onto his page and Kenta felt a grin start to form on his face that soon grew to epic proportions. Yes! He exulted. Yes! Yes! Yes! I *knew* Keisuke and I were destined to be together. I knew it! Just out of curiosity, he tried typing in the Myougi team leader’s name with that of his idol. "HA! Take that, Take-*chan*!" Just then, a tiny ‘bli-ing’ caught his attention. The user bunnygrl has sent you an instant message. Would you like to accept? Kenta clicked on the ‘accept’ button and a small AIM window opened. bunnygrl: hey hey! ^_^ sunkistrcr: hey! :) bunnygrl: did you get my email? sunkistrcr: yes I did! :D bunnygrl: XD well? sunkistrcr: 95%! bunnygrl: w00t! ^_^v sunkistrcr: thanks #^_^# bunnygrl: so? sunkistrcr: so what? bunnygrl: *pokes* are you going to do anything about it? sunkistrcr: do you think I should? bunnygrl: yes :P bunnygrl: it’s a /sign/ sunkistrcr: yeah, but... bunnygrl: are you /still/ too scared to tell him how you feel? sunkistrcr: um... bunnygrl: *snorts* gird your loins and go for it ^_^v sunkistrcr: o_O ‘gird my loins’? bunnygrl: grow some balls... ^^;; sunkisrtrcr: O_O hey! bunnygrl: *lol* just go for it. What’s the worst he can do? sunkistrcr: . . . . . . . bunnygrl: say ‘no’, right? sunkistrcr: yeah. . . . bunnygrl: what? are you afraid of that black cow you were telling me about? sunkistrcr: yeah. sorta. bunnygrl: *patpats* aww... don’t let that get you down. you’re awfully cute yourself, you know. sunkistrcr: how do you know? O_o bunnygrl: oh, I have my ways... ^_____~ sunkistrcr: o_O; bunnygrl: *lol* ^_^v bunnygrl: so? sunkistrcr: ...alright ^^; bunnygrl: that’s the spirit! XD sunkistrcr: ^_^v bunnygrl: let me know how it turns out, alright? sunkistrcr: alright ^_^
"Keisuke!" His older brother’s voice called him from downstairs. "Yeah?" Keisuke answered absently as he flipped through his current issue of Car. The article on Mazda’s new RX-8 made him sit up and take a closer look. Interesting... "Someone’s here to see you!" "Tell them I’m not here, or that I’m busy!" he yelled back, not wanting to interrupt his reading. Oh, shit, twin rotary engine *and* forty percent more gas efficient... Keisuke took a moment to imagine his beloved RX-7 with forty percent more fuel efficiency. With the money he could save from gas alone, he could finally afford to buy that new Sony in-dash 5-disc deck he’d been salivating over. There was a knock on his door and he looked up to see his aniki sticking his head in. Ryousuke’s eyes were twinkling and his lips were twitching with suppressed laughter. "If you want me to tell people you’re not here, you should really try to keep your voice down, Keisuke." Ryousuke then opened his door even further and stepped aside to let Keisuke see who had been standing behind the Redsuns leader. Keisuke sweatdropped, "Uh...hi Kenta, ‘sup?" Kenta beamed and *bounced* into the room. "Hi, Keisuke!" Ryousuke grinned at his younger brother and closed the door, abandoning him. Keisuke eyed his hyper friend with trepidation. Or, he would have, if he’d known what trepidation meant. Keisuke eyed Kenta with unease. The sheer amount of mindless happiness *oozing* out of the youngest Redsuns driver just could not be good. "Alright, what did you do?" Keisuke steeled himself for the worst. Kenta merely kept grinning at him with that maniacal joy that was really starting to make Keisuke nervous. "What do you mean, Keisuke?" "Why are you *smiling* like that? Keisuke asked in panic. If Kenta didn’t stop looking at him with such insane glee, he’d start screaming. "Oh, I’m just *happy*!" Keisuke snorted and muttered under his breath, "I can see *that*, idiot." He had a horrible thought and gaped at Kenta, "Who did you run off the road?" Kenta, oblivious to Keisuke’s growing panic, grinned even wider before pulling out a well-crumpled sheet of paper out of his pocket and waving it around. "Keisuke, guess what?" He kept a wary eye on the paper clutched in the gleeful hand of the young Redsuns driver, "What?" Kenta stopped beaming long enough to give Keisuke a look of exasperation. "I said *guess*." Keisuke started to edge away from his suddenly insane friend, "Uh...um...I don’t know?" Kenta rolled his eyes and gave up, gracing Keisuke with a smile filled with enough wattage to have kept all of Gunma well-lit for months. "Here! Look! Look at this!" Blinking at the paper shoved right up to his face, Keisuke took the proffered sheet and glanced at it. He looked up with a blank face until something clicked in his mind that made him take a closer look. Oh...shit... Wide-eyed he snapped his head back up to stare at the still grinning Kenta. He sweatdropped. "Kenta?" Kenta moved closer and Keisuke’s eyes grew even wider. "Yes, Keisuke?" He swallowed, "What’s this?" Kenta edged even closer and Keisuke felt the scream he’d been suppressing earlier rising in his throat again. "It’s the results of a calculation that shows how compatible two people are." Keisuke wondered if whimpering would make him any less a man and then decided that the situation was surreal enough that it warranted a small whimper. "What?" The young Redsuns driver’s smile threatened to split his face and he pounced on a very startled Takahashi Keisuke. "It says we're 95% compatible!" No longer able to hold himself back, Keisuke screeched and flung himself off his bed and out from under the clearly mad Kenta. "OH, SHIT!" Panting in fear, he lunged for his door only to trip over the Momo steering wheel in the middle of his room, falling flat on his face. A sweaty hand encircled his wrist and Keisuke stifled another girly scream, scrambling to his feet. In the back of his mind, he noted that he really did have to clean up his room, because without the clutter, he could have escaped unscathed, instead of having 160 pounds of insane bleached-blonde Nakamura Kenta attached to his wrist like a leech. A leech that was trying to attach itself to his lips with a single-minded intensity that was horrifying. Terrified out of his mind, Keisuke did the only thing he could think of. He turned to the one person that he could always count on to save and protect him. "ANIKI!"
Ryousuke paused with his coffee cup halfway to his lips, he could have sworn that he’d heard his younger brother screaming like a girl. Moments later, he heard a loud thump and his eyebrows rose up in surprise. Just what were those two doing up there? Ryousuke put down his coffee and paper, preparing to go see just what the hell was going on. When he heard Keisuke calling for him in the tone of voice his younger brother only used when in extreme fright, Ryousuke bolted out of his chair and raced up the stairs. The sight that greeted his eyes when he burst through Keisuke’s door made him stop and wonder if it was time to get glasses. He blinked, but the scene didn’t change. Yes, that was his younger brother scrabbling backwards, whimpering as he tried to fight off the wandering hands of a maniacal-looking Kenta. Keisuke’s face snapped to the doorway when it opened and his face lit up with obvious relief and joy. "Aniki! Kenta’s gone crazy! HELP ME!" Ryousuke fought to keep his balance as Keisuke then did something he hadn’t done in almost ten years. The younger Takahashi bolted behind Ryousuke and huddled behind his older brother’s back, quaking with fear. Ryousuke blinked again when Kenta bounded after his petrified younger brother. He caught the orange Silvia driver by the scruff of the neck as Keisuke yelped and tossed Kenta back into the room. "What the fuck is going on here?" Both Keisuke and Kenta froze dead in their tracks and stared at the older Takahashi. Ryousuke frowned, "What?" His younger brother’s eyes were wide with surprise as he gaped at Ryousuke, "You swore..." Kenta gulped. Ryousuke rolled his eyes,"Yes, I swore. Deal with it. Now tell me just what in hell is going on." Both Keisuke and Kenta started to speak at the same time. Ryousuke pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath, listening to the incomprehensible babble for a few seconds before snapping his head up and glaring at both young drivers. "One. At. A. Time!" After a lot of patient questioning, Ryousuke was finally able to piece together what had happened. He stared at both bleached-blonde drivers and snickered. "Aniki!" "Ryousuke-sempai!" Ryousuke allowed himself one more snicker before controlling himself. He almost lost it again when he turned to Kenta to find the young driver looking at him like a lost puppy waiting to be kicked out onto the curb. Schooling his face into the calmest statement he could, he held out his hand, "Let me see the printout." Kenta handed him the single sheet of paper without a word and Ryousuke took a quick glance at it. Another snicker found its way out of him and he gave up, laughing uncontrollably. Keisuke frowned, "What?" Kenta only looked confused. Not trusting himself to speak, Ryousuke pointed to the contents on the paper. Both Keisuke and Kenta bent forward to peer to where he was pointing, but only looked even more clueless. Gasping for breath, Ryousuke tried to explain. "Kenta, if this is what high school English taught you, you clearly need to go back." Kenta’s confusion grew, "Huh?" Rolling his eyes, Ryousuke turned to his younger brother. "Keisuke, how do you spell our last name in English?" It was Keisuke’s turn to look confused, but he did as his older brother asked. "Uh...‘T’ ‘A’ ‘K’ ‘A’ ‘H’ ‘A’ ‘S’ ‘H’ ‘I’." He pointed to the relevant part of the paper once more, eyebrow raised, and both blonde drivers leaned in to peer at the spot. Much to his surprise, Kenta realized the significance first, snatching the paper out of Ryousuke’s hand with a wail. "No..." The young Silvia driver looked as if he would burst into tears, and if the situation had been just a bit less humorous, Ryousuke would have felt bad for the boy. As it was, he smirked an evil little smirk and nodded, "Oh, yes." He felt a poke at his side and glanced down to see Keisuke glaring at him. His younger brother pushed out his lower lip, "I still don’t get it." Ryousuke’s smirk grew into a grin and he patted Keisuke’s blonde head, "That’s alright, Keisuke, Kenta realizes his mistake so you’re safe." Unconvinced, but not wanting to look stupid, Keisuke stopped trying to understand. At least Kenta had stopped trying to maul him, and that was all that really mattered at the moment. Taking pity on the dejected Kenta, Ryousuke took the young driver by the elbow to lead him out of his younger brother’s room. "Come on, Kenta, let’s go have a drink and then you can go home." Wide eyes stared up at him and Ryousuke smiled in reassurance. "Don’t worry. I’m sure Keisuke will forget this ever happened." He looked up, "Right, Keisuke?" Keisuke managed to look even more clueless than a certain hachi-roku driver from Akina and nodded. He could tell that his younger brother had no clue on what the hell was going on, but Ryousuke was willing to bet that if it ensured Kenta wouldn’t go insane again anytime soon, Keisuke would agree to anything. More entertained than he’d been in ages, Takahashi Ryousuke shook his head and noted that what they said about blondes was true, even if the hair color was artificially induced. No wonder there are so many ‘dumb blonde’ jokes. OMAKE Or – Why cys should not be allowed near a keyboard >D “The hell is this?” He stared in open-mouthed stupefaction at the figure before him. Nakazato Takeshi, dressed as a devil complete with horns, pitchfork and tail, glared back at him. “Your eternal punishment for being a twit.”
He and bunnygrl had been exchanging emails and chatting for several months now. Somehow, during that time, they had never managed to try online sex. Dammit, he’d heard that it was easy!
Sure, Nakazato was nice to look at, even he could admit that. But, he wasn’t so bad in the looks department himself. It might be small (alright, only one or two), but he’d always been told size didn’t matter.
Kenta quickly ran through his finances again. …carry the one and minus spending money… It would only take him about 7 more years to save up for the Subaru Impreza STi. He smirked and clicked on the link. You, too, can enlarge your penis! Kenta fell out of his chair, twitching.
Kenta typed in the names in English and clicked on the “Calculate Now” button. Almost immediately, the results loaded onto his page and Kenta stared at the message. Hey, Orangeboy! Get a life and learn how to drive. Kenta glared at nothing in particular and looked up. “Will you stop that?” Mad cackling was his only answer and he sighed.
bunnygrl: *patpats* aww… don’t let that get you down. you’re awfully cute yourself, you know. sunkistrcr: how do you know? O_o bunnygrl: ‘cause I stalk you, didn’t you know?
“Tell them I’m not here, or that I’m busy!” he yelled back, not wanting to interrupt his reading. Oh, shit, twin rotary engine *and* forty percent more gas efficient… Keisuke took a moment to imagine his beloved RX-7 with forty percent more fuel efficiency. With the money he could save from gas alone, he could finally afford to call that escort service he’d been hearing about.
Ryousuke then opened his door even further and stepped aside to let Keisuke see who had been standing behind the Redsuns leader. Keisuke sweatdropped, “Uh…aniki…why is there a fat man dressed as Pikachu in our house?”
Ryousuke grinned at his younger brother and closed the door, abandoning him. Keisuke eyed his hyper friend with trepidation. Or, he would have, if he’d known what trepidation meant. Keisuke eyed Kenta with unease. The sheer amount of mindless happiness *oozing* out of the youngest Redsuns driver just could not be good. Keisuke frowned, “Will you quit with the insinuations that I’m stupid? I know perfectly well what trepidation means.” His frown grew deeper, “It means…it means… Oh, alright, I don’t know what it means.”
Keisuke snorted and muttered under his breath, “I can see *that*, idiot.” He had a horrible thought and gaped at Kenta, “Who did you run off the road?” Kenta gaped at him, “How’d you know? I thought nobody knew!”
Blinking at the paper shoved right up to his face, Keisuke took the proffered sheet and glanced at it. He looked up with a blank face until something clicked in his mind that made him take a closer look. Oh…shit…I never knew Nakazato was *that* flexible! Keisuke started to drool.
Terrified out of his mind, Keisuke did the only thing he could think of. He turned to the one person that he could always count on to save and protect him. “Scooby Doo! Where are yooouuuuu?!”
Ryousuke paused with his coffee cup halfway to his lips, he could have sworn that he’d heard his younger brother screaming like a girl. Moments later, he heard a loud thump and his eyebrows rose up in surprise. Just what were those two doing up there? Ryousuke put down his coffee and paper, preparing to go see just what the hell was going on. And if there was wild monkey sex going on, he was sure as hell going to join in.
When he heard Keisuke calling for him in the tone of voice his younger brother only used when in extreme fright, Ryousuke bolted out of his chair and raced up the stairs. The sight that greeted his eyes when he burst through Keisuke’s door made him stop and wonder if it was time to get glasses. He blinked, but the scene didn’t change. He stared at the furry little yellow rodent his younger brother had turned into. “Dammit, I knew letting you watch Pokemon would be a bad idea!”
His younger brother’s eyes were wide with surprise as he gaped at Ryousuke, “You swore…” Immediately, flaming rocks started to fall from the sky.
He pointed to the relevant part of the paper once more, eyebrow raised, and both blonde drivers leaned in to peer at the spot. Much to his surprise, Kenta realized the significance first, snatching the paper out of Ryousuke’s hand with a wail. Ryousuke stared at his brother and muttered, “I *know* you weren’t born blonde…”
Taking pity on the dejected Kenta, Ryousuke took the young driver by the elbow to lead him out of his younger brother’s room. “Come on, Kenta, let’s go have a drink and then you can go home. After I beat you black and blue for even thinking you could get with my baby brother.” WAH! XD Cys, nuhl sarang hae - this fic is just too funny! :: back :: |